Cagey, yes? In that way, a bald, bald head - if it is around my age and meets certain other criteria - can be believed to belong among the Grey Hairs if even two hairs, grey or otherwise, exist on the head. Of any length. Real or imagined.
What the Grey Hairs are is a specific type of person. Sporting actual grey hair is not de rigueur. I, myself, am not a Grey Hairs although I have more than enough grey hairs to qualify.
To be designated Grey Hairs is to be branded (by me) old-school, computer challenged, tending not to answer the cell phone ("It's only for emergencies.") and not to know what a selfie is - let alone be anxious to snap one.
This little group of mine shuns social media of any kind and especially Facebook; doesn't really comprehend a tweet; would never check in on Foursquare; and doesn't even realize that thousands more than these apps that I've just named even exist.
"What is an app?" "Oh, I could never deal with e-mail." "Scan and upload?" "My computer is six years old." "iPad?" "Playlist?" "eBook?" "FaceTime?" "YouTube?" "Online banking?" Well, you get my drift!
I have a great time with the Grey Hairs. I never risk our friendship(s) by snapping pictures or trying to teach anyone anything about the modern, technical world. I write about him/her/them online, but am careful to protect privacy, keep identity(ies)safe, not let the name(s) get onto the internet. "Cloud?" "GoodReads?" "Google Earth?" "Can't be safe!"
Grey Hairs, alone or in groups, always want to "eat out." Cost, however, is a factor. Today, the three Grey Hairs opted to go to a "cheaper" eatery so that they could get "salad." They don't decide by cell phone. They decide in person. "Fine," I said. "No salad for me. I can rustle up a delicious salad anytime, day or night." So off they went. Consequently, I have missed out on the latest news. Who went to what movie. Today's featured plant at Esposito's. Who finished what book.
I never got to plow through Stein Mart, today, or go to the HobbyLobby, or do any of the things that the Grey Hairs regularly enjoy but that I enjoy only with him/her/them.
After my nice, leisurely, lunch I back-tracked a little and drove home on the canopy road instead of via the Capital Circle thoroughfare. I stopped at Pisgah Methodist Church and took some pictures. Farther up the road, I stopped and walked around the Coptic Church - as I often do - looking for a good photo-op. They leave that truck parked in front and the garbage cans out. It's a small building. One day I am going to take the perfect snapshot of it, but not today. At least the caretaker didn't catch me like he usually does.
I wonder what the Grey Hairs are doing this afternoon. Maybe they've gone to someone's house for tea and cards. Maybe not. One thing I know. Not a single one of them is sitting at a desk writing a blog post about anything. "Blog? Oh, no. Couldn't do that."
